My discovery of SPH
Hannah over-shared about her love life, and noticing that I remained very silent about my exploits, she probed me for an answer.
She asked if I was a member of all the various parties in LGBTQ etc., and she kept on at me asking what was up. I finally admitted to her that I hadn’t been with any woman because of my penis size.
She giggled as I said it and replied, “It can’t be that small, surely. I’d know if you were on the small side.”
Not believing me, she demanded that I show her and let her inspect it, and she would be honest and fair but, above all, not laugh if that was what worried me.
I said, “I can’t do it here. Someone might see it.”
Hannah hit back. “Nonsense. It’s just us here! Come on, take it all off. Be proud of your body!”
I slowly stripped down to Y-fronts. I asked Hannah to close her bedroom door, and she said, “No, don’t be silly. No one is here. Come on, show me.”
I slipped my hand into my pants, covered up, let my Y-fronts fall to my ankles, and stepped out. Hannah leaned forward, scooped up all my clothes, and threw them over her bed. Hannah then ushered me to remove my hands. I closed my eyes and slowly moved my hands to the side.
Then as I opened my eyes, Hannah had tears in her eyes and was laughing silently.
I looked down to see I was very much at my smallest. The nerves meant I was shriveled up. My gold member status was intact as my penis looked like a button on top of my two peanut-looking balls. My lack of hair growth didn’t help, either.
Hannah finally managed to get her breath. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. I can’t help but laugh. You have such a tiny penis and those little balls too. Sorry, I’m finding it funnier because it’s you. I thought you would have a big one, but that is, ah, er, cute. So cute and, um, little.”
While she was saying that, I looked up at the door and stood in the doorway was Hannah’s mom, she stepped into the room in shock.
Hannah swung round and said, “Oh no, mom. What are you doing back?”
Hannah’s mom replied, trying to stifle her laughter, “Early finish. What luck, too, as I’ve not seen a willy that tiny since your brother was born. Oh my, you are a brave little guy showing that tiny tiddler! Bless you.”
She left the room and broke into a huge laughter. Hannah started again too.
In that short time, I had now got a full erection. I shuffled to my underwear, and Hannah noticed I was erect while trying to put them back on.
She pointed and asked, “Are you enjoying this humiliation?”
Before I could answer, and just as I’d put my pants on, my knees jerked and squirted into my pants, immediately making a wet mark.
Hannah laughed again. I grabbed my clothes and made a run for it. I went home.
Later that evening, Hannah messaged me, saying, ‘Sorry. But if you did enjoy it and want more fun, send me a picture of it and tell me what size it is.’
I was hard in seconds, and there began my discovery of SPH.
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